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Week after week she stood there. In the cold, in the rain, in the sleet and in the snow. She stood there on the corner, in her spot so to speak, and waited. Waited for people to give her money.
Week after week Tim Waggoner ignored her. Week after week he passed her, made his deliveries to the store near where she stood, and ignored her. Until one day, he didn’t.
A tug on his heart or maybe a guilty conscience or perhaps even an urging from the Holy Spirit, whatever it was, Waggoner stopped and spoke to the woman. He gave her a couple dollars. She thanked him. And then he got in his warm truck, put it in drive, and went on with his day.
But after that it became a habit. It became his deed. It became a simple way for Tim Waggoner to do a little something, extend a little kindness, give back to a world that had treated him pretty well. Each time he saw her, he gave the woman on the corner a few dollars. It started with two, soon went to five, and eventually he gave her twenty dollars each week.
“This lady never failed to be there,” says Waggoner, “it was like she knew what day and time I would be through, and every time I stopped, she would say, ‘God will bless you someday for your kindness.” She was right.
Waggoner continued giving to the woman on the corner for about eight months. But one day, as he hopped out of his truck to make his weekly delivery, he noticed the corner was empty. No woman, no sign asking for money, no chance to give. Again the following week, he found the corner deserted. After three weeks of not seeing her, worry set in. This time as he made his delivery, he asked the store clerk about the woman on the corner. Her eye lit up. “You’re the guy!” she exclaimed, “Wait here.”
The clerk called her manager and within minutes he came up front to talk with Waggoner. The manager, Max Little, led Waggoner into his office. He invited him to sit down, talked with him a bit, and confirmed Waggoner was the truck driver who gave the woman money every week. Little then picked up his phone, called a lawyer and asked him to come right away. Then he proceeded to give a now nervous Waggoner the answer to his question.
The woman on the corner had recently passed away. She was not homeless. In fact, she was wealthy. Each week she stood on the corner collecting money and then she gave that money to the local homeless shelter.
Waggoner felt an immediate sadness. After months of seeing her, he had gained a true fondness for the woman, Ms. Rosperio. He would miss her smile, her kind words, her gentle nature.
But then came the news. In addition to giving her weekly collections to the shelter, Rosperio had bequeathed $250,000 from her estate to the shelter she’d been collecting money for. She also left money to Waggoner, a sum of $8,000 to be exact.
Waggoner could not believe his ears. Immediately his mind began to consider what he might do with this small fortune. He had worked hard for his entire life, had been a trucker for 42 years. He could use this money: for a new car, or a vacation or to get his wife or kids something really special.
But again the Holy Spirit went to work in Waggoner. After thinking for just a minute, Waggoner made up his mind as to what to do with the money. He would spend it in way that would honor the woman who gave it to him. He would donate it to the very shelter Mrs. Rosperio supported.
Says Waggoner now, “I have a very prosperous company, good health, great family and a great wife to walk beside me in life. Most of all God is with me every day and loves me no matter what. So I think the moral of the story is believe in God and don’t pass the person on the corner up, you might be surprised who that person is.”
Quiet heroes. They are everywhere; their good deeds are missed by many, but do not go unseen by God himself.
This is a true story as told to me by Tim Waggoner, Columbus, IN.